He stands staring

[sovay]

I dreamed of a figure bending over my bed. Its body was male; its face was an antlered horse's skull. There were fox-fires sinking in its sockets. Awake, I look at that image and think, Well, that's the nightmare baby of Prydain and The Dark Is Rising, but in the dream I don't even think I was surprised.

(Then I dreamed of a Dickens-quoting nonexistent childhood friend with whom I had reconnected after fifteen years. The novel he liked to quote most was also nonexistent, unless Dickens really wrote about Lord Nelson's illegitimate daughter. He liked bubble tea and orchestrating other people's conversations. The apartment where we were staying had a permanent drip from the ceiling whether it was raining or not, but the walls were painted with old blue and green murals, flaking off in traces around the molding. I remember a singing bird, but that might have been in the novel.)

I am definitely not awake today.

Comments

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I like your dream friend a lot. Please introduce him, if we ever happen to be in the same dream at the same time.

[sovay]

Please introduce him, if we ever happen to be in the same dream at the same time.

I shall try to remember to do so.

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

Yikes. Last night was obviously an active one in the dream world.

[sovay]

Last night was obviously an active one in the dream world.

Morpheus is in retrograde.

[rysmiel.livejournal.com]

Seemingly, if having a largely sleepless night with no memorable dreams but a pile of inspirations during the "lying there wakeful" bits is the relevant scale of inversion.

[sovay]

if having a largely sleepless night with no memorable dreams but a pile of inspirations during the "lying there wakeful" bits is the relevant scale of inversion.

I think that counts. I hope they were good inspirations.

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

As ever, your dreams are far more interesting than mine. Far more useful, too, no doubt.

[sovay]

Far more useful, too, no doubt.

I don't know. I think my dreaming brain is a better writer than my waking one.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

I want to have teas with you and asakiyume in that second dream.

Its body was male; its face was an antlered horse's skull. There were fox-fires sinking in its sockets.

And I want this picture.

Nine

[sovay]

I want to have teas with you and asakiyume in that second dream.

I want the novel about Nelson's daughter!

And I want this picture.

I can't draw, but I'll see what I can do in the way of prose.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Fascinating dreams.

Your friend and the novel sound very interesting, but I'm delighted by the fact that in your dream you weren't surprised by that figure.

[sovay]

Your friend and the novel sound very interesting, but I'm delighted by the fact that in your dream you weren't surprised by that figure.

Heh. Thank you!

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Heh. Thank you!

You're welcome!

I'm trying to think what I was dreaming about last night. As near as I can recall, I was back as an undergraduate, and I'd got an offer for a job I really wanted, out of the blue and in the middle of the night; the offer was delivered by an old man who knocked on my door. I was asked to come by first thing in the morning, but exactly what time "first thing" meant wasn't clear. I woke up in the dream thinking I'd overslept, which led to my waking into waking reality.

And without a single figure with flaming eyes to be seen, I'm afraid. Pretty boring, that.

[ron-drummond.livejournal.com]

I am definitely not awake today.

Lucky for us!

[sovay]

Lucky for us!

Your brain isn't such a boring place, either!